My Korean is worst than basic, I read very slow and I dont undestand shit when Im reading, but that’s a technique I wanna use… basically I wanna learn how to read fast, then mastering that by reading lyrics while singing at the “norebang” or karaoke, but at the same time learning as many words I can (with flash cards by the moment). I wanna worry about the grammar later.

What I am looking is somebody willing to show me Korea as it is… its culture, cities, food, education, best jobs, what they thing about foreigners, racism, politics, religion, all of it… and in return I will do the same with my country and helping them with English and even Spanish. But why? well, I got a fantastic offer to go to Korea next year but I have to leave my country and start a new life there. I did it once so I can do it twice, but at least before I knew a lil bit of the city prior deciding to go. Going to Korea in a trip is very expensive and long.. (almost 1200 dollars and 12 hours flying) so instead of that I wanna know about it from here with pics, videos, commentaries or any other way of communication.
I even find myself more interested in Korea than a lot of Koreans… I guess the same thing happen with somebody else who likes Guatemala. I went to cyworld and I even have my profile there but its not the same. I know somebody is willing to go out in his or her daily life and take pictures of everything, just for me. I will do the same in returd, with gratitude and a big ass smile on my corrugated face… ^^

I hope I can find somebody like that.. where are you???

My major is Communication and Design, so basically I am taking 2 majors at once… I will be able to design as a graphic designer and also be a journalist. That added to my experience would help me achieve my goals… and its awesome be sourrounded by lots and lots of women hehehe teen girls looking for some fun! for example, in my class are 30 girls and only 9 guys. Viva las latinas!!

Going back to school its awesome now, because you really wanna go to study not like when I was 18… a lazy drunk fuck living at my mother´s expense… (I´m still a drunk fuck… but eager to study) but also I have the experience with lots of stuff, such as homeworks, girls, and stuff. I feel this is going to be the best shit so far…

I was regreting wasting all the time I wasted when I didn´t go to school… but now I realize that it worth it.. cuz the things I learned in life before… now I can apply them in my job, my life, and at school… I am not inviting you to do the same.. if you can finish school early do it… but if you are in road like I was… keep doing it.. but just keep in mind that if you wanna succeed in life… you have to study, not necessarily at school, you can study by yourself.. but you have to do something….

I love drinking, love weed, video games, and chilling… and I say that with pride.. because I already have a degree… I am a junior designer and I love soccer and lifting weights, so I am balanced… I can drug myself to dead but also I can kill myself studying. Thats the point of going back to school, proving to myself that I can do whatever I want… because I have the control now!

Any spelling errors that you want to critic… are always welcome. That’s the whole point of this. I’m looking for options, looking for countries where I can live peacefully… any thoughts?

“27 years old, 6″ tall, white and very hansome lol, with an advanced certificate in Management and Marketing.. studying Communication and Design.. self employed… Looking for a better place to live” Countries interested please contact me.

Cheers ppl!

It was Saturday at 5AM. We took a taxi to the bus terminal and our bus was about to leave. We called back the cab driver taking us four more blocks closer to the bus and ran our of there, pushed my girlfriend so she could grab the pole on the bus door and get in the bus while it was moving forward. These buses that don’t stop for you, or assume you will catch that pole to get in are called “Chicken Buses” because you can see lots of things going in there, from people selling things, to of course the chickens, but the “Chicken Bus” name does not come from seeing these chickens, it is called a “Chicken Bus” because you feel like a bird in a cage, too crowded and no space.

I like the mixture of cultures and races in the chicken buses. Lots of people use these buses to go to work, others to sell, and others like a bunch of foreigners, my girlfriend and I, for vacation. The bus took 45 minutes to get out of the city. These buses are known to have “aerodynamics” because you can see these damn buses speed at 65mph drifting in a curve where a sport car struggles to make it out of it. Of course, these buses are not equipped with any kind of safety measures, and the pilots are drunk most of the time. Lots of accidents happen because drivers do what they like or drive how they feel, but who cares as long as we get there right? And as a passenger, what else can you do?

The bus my girlfriend and I where in was full of children, seniors, teenagers, and ladies… even pets and the chickens. The bus driver was laughing the whole time, sometimes even closing his eyes for long periods of time (long periods of time that can cause an accident), wiping his laughing tears from time to time. The assistant or the so-called “brocha” was laughing as well, turning the volume of the radio louder and louder every time. I started to get a bit worried because his laugh was making me think of the worst. My girlfriend, so innocent with no idea whatsoever, was watching the Guatemalan landscapes and enjoying how a German guy was trying to hook up with an indigenous woman. While she was enjoying the spectacle she was taking pictures of it. The only thing she does not know is that those pictures are going to be remembered forever.

While I was watching two kids playing “ball in a cup,” my girlfriend said something that caught my attention, “We are going faster than I expected, like this, we are going to make it on time for lunch at the place you love…” Until that second, I realized the speed we were going. It was too fast. I turned to the bus driver who was drinking some yellow drink, making faces when he was swallowing the substance. It was obvious that the driver and the brocha were drinking “Something”.

I began to get paranoid, thinking of the worst possible scenario and I was about to get up and tell him to stop the bus, get out and take another one, when the bus slowly stopped. The driver stopped the bus in a gas station because he needed to take a leak. I decided not to worry and I tried to take a nap. I was falling asleep when I felt my girlfriend’s kiss, smooth and sweet as always, but at the same time an electrifying noise was coming like a stampede from the driver’s seat. The driver had fallen asleep at the same time as me, when he woke up, it was too late.

The noise was coming from the tires, crying and screaming when trying to stop. When I realized what was going on, I fully waked up… it was too late. I remember grabbing my girlfriend trying to put her between me, covering her with my chest and then, the sudden call of death; it was solemn silence… there was no sound at all… even the wind stopped. It seemed like we flew…and we did, closing my eyes keeping my girl with me, the bus precipitate to a cliff, it felt like slow motion, flying for more than an hour. I did not feel the crash… I only remember that right before the impact at the end of the cliff, everybody’s voices and screams and prays drained my thoughts and I saw how the bus was getting sponged with gravity.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my girlfriend clean as an angel, “sleeping” I thought. She was calmed, with a spiritual smile on her face, warm and sweet as always. Suddenly the damn silence came back; even the birds were quiet, like a way to mourn the newly dead bodies. After a couple of hours, the fire department began taking out all the bodies, one by one, starting with the “brocha” who died with a pole stuck in his chest.

The children, the seniors, the tourists, and the chickens were taken out of the bus, some of them in pieces, some of them complete. I felt two fire fighters trying to separate me from the roof. Inch by inch, my skin was ripping, some pieces stayed impregnated on the roof, others were gone, calcined by the fire.

One of the firefighters who rescued me held my hand and slipped my graduation ring off my finger. He put it on his finger and shouting at the others, “Look, now I am a professional!” The rest of the men laughed. I was furious… furious with the driver, furious with the irresponsibility, furious with the firefighters, furious that my trip will be cancelled. I was wishing in my mind for the driver to be dead, but he wasn’t. He escaped and the police never found him.

That same driver was involved in four more accidents, with same results… lots of dead bodies spread on the highway, until the last one when he also died smashed between the bus and the tree.

My trip was cancelled permanently, thanks to the bus called, “Estrellita” (little star). I saw everything… I got killed when the bus impacted the ground. I was watching how the fire fighters took my body, stole my money and ring, and how the sky was illuminating the scene like it was waiting to take all of us. I saw how my girlfriend tried to live begging for help but before she could notice it, she was watching the horrifyingly circus next to me.

Ironically, the picture that made me laugh at first sight was the one my girlfriend took after we got in the bus. Above the driver’s head facing the passengers, in which a big sticker displayed a tag that said, “I drive, God guides me.”

I think of her, I think of her, I feel her
An unusual feeling that invades,
melts, perfumes

I’m the seed of her perseverance
I’m the creation of her grace
she is my holy essence
her sanctitude paints my soul

Admiration of her person
adoration of her charisma
her nobleness amazes me
my life shall give for her

the love for my mother is infinite
the love for my mother is eternal
something written in blood
is that maternal love

a monument shall I forge
a gold and crystal pedestal
where my love I will place
and my spirit will guard

thank you
for allowing me to be your illusion
and for being mine
until the day I leave

I love you mama

Translation from Spanish

I admit and accept that I am one of those millions of haters in the youtube world. But why is that? We are a bunch of spoiled hypocrites that don’t have the balls to say it in front of some body or do we actually like to hate everybody?

I find myself laughing my ass off when I write a nasty comment and somebody answers me back, is a discussion that never is gonna end. I still don’t understand why youtube users have too much interest humiliating a person in writing. Sometimes I get so pissed that I wish I could have them in front of me to choke them with my car keys… And this hate is kept in our guts… until a Asian blows a college, or a son of Marylin Manson kills everybody. That is called an implosion. But the reason is not the comments itself, is the videos posted on youtube; while some are depicting women as whores, others like to brag about their latest record going 300 miles per hour in daddy’s car. Even the smartest video ever, receives a comment made by a greenish big ass frog that calls himself a human.

I can’t tell the reason of this hate, and how people love hating people, but its fucking beautiful.